Book V, Epigram 69 (Ker)

Antony, who canst ne'er reproach Pharian Pothinus, and less guilty for thy list of doom than for Cicero's death, why, madman, drawest thou the sword against the lips of Rome? A crime like this not even Catiline had wrought. An impious soldier is bribed with gold accursed, and a price so great bought thee the stillness of that one voice! What avails the dear-bought silence of that hallowed tongue? All men shall begin to speak for Cicero.